Chapter 95: The Black Family

Alyssa still fixed Oliver with a frosty stare and a cold, murderous glint in her eyes. "I, Alyssa Black, never forget a grudge. I won't forget this." If she hadn't had other business, she would have already taken a swing at him. Oliver smiled, unbothered, even a little regretful. "Leaving already?" "What, do you have a death wish?" Alyssa sneered. "Of course not. I just wanted to tell you, when you get back, swing by a herbal shop and pick up something for dampness. Boil it and drink." He kept...